Gamble

I look through shapes of hearts and diamonds...

For a dream an aim misplaced by the wind.

Emotions cloud my eyes and vision...

blurred are the images with dust and mist.


Layers of sediment...


What is the depth of human desire?

Emotions? Flood of tears drown your being,

And thoughts lose clarity.


Hearts that are cups filled with water,

Plain and immature; yet pure,

Too filled to add a pinch of reason

Overflowing with a touch of love.


Youth without experience,

Full of life...

Untouched cups filled by the hands of longing

belong nowhere

yet search for a place.

Alas, lost are the souls that feed on love.


Hands empty, eyes filled...

Filling the cup life placed in their hands.


Drink life, sip the brew,

Blend of emotions...


Or take my cup, and give me the one you have.

Replace this water with wine that could be aged

Matured to treasure,

And to be proud of a whole cellar...


Spades, Hearts, Diamond, Clubs...

No more gambling, no trials of error.


Clarity and reason, reason to love...


In the hands of life I leave my cup

To be filled with wine of knowledge.

I will grow old, and know the right time,

To serve it with a toast...

In the honour on my existence...


(A poem written a couple of years back...)